The flower never waits.

How optimistic is it that it never shakes with anxiety like humans do. 

I watch every spring come and go. Each one is just as beautiful and inspiring as the last.

The flower never worries. Nor does it ponder the past. 

Instead it lives freely. It lives without hate. Without fear.

Maybe this what I envy. The way it stands so confidently infront of the whole world like it was a beauty pagent queen.

So bright and clean.

So inspiring. 

Everyday I wish to be just like it. Maybe soon.

Then I can be just as uplifting. 

Because the flower never waits. Nor does it worry.

The flower is gifting.